ordinary saturday

My fright wears on me

like a strep gray cotton hoodie

zipped to the throat

Bangs outside: guns.

Track meet, it’s a track meet, track meat

My fear rains

helicoptering a ring around

the whole town

a deaf-mute in a cradle

too heavy to carry.

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